Fury

Prologue

"They're coming, Don." Coon said as he pulled his body into the tank, his voice was hoarse and shaky.

"Alright boys, lets get ready." War Daddy said as he pulled a bottle of wisky from his supplies. He held it up in front of him, Coon and Bible's eyes grew wide. He opened the bottle and took a sip, sighing in pleasure. "That's some good Wiskey."

"Give me that!" Bible demanded as he reached for the bottle. War Daddy pulled it away laughing.

"Come on, man!" Bible whined.

"Alright, alright. I'll share. Pass it around, boys." War Daddy passed the bottle to Bible first, then Gordo, then Coon who drank more than half of the bottle in one gulp.

"Your turn, Norman." War Daddy said, glaring at Norman from the other part of the tank.

"Me? No, no I'm good. I don't really-"

"Come on, Norman!" They all whined in unison.

"Okay!" He laughed. Coon passed him the bottle and he took sip. He retracted and his face scrunched up. He began coughing at the burning of the harsh wiskey and everyone laughed.

"Good job Norman!" Bible laughed.

"He's a Nazi killin', drinking machine." Bible smiled.

"That's it! That's his war name, Machine!" War Daddy grinned as he took a puff of his cigarette.

"Machine!" They all yelled and cheered, patting Norman on the back. Everyone fell silent when the booming of the Nazi battallion grew louder, drawing nearer.